First Call

So about 1 month after we did her sheet of pictures and obtained her work permit, the phone finally rang. An eccentric voice, speaking a mile a minute called to tell Little G that she has a Go See on Monday for an upscale clothing line. I wonder what it will be like. Will Baby G blow it by crying? Or will she just knock em dead?

At first, I didn't answer because I thought it was this woman I was trying to avoid. I joined her playgroup and our personalities did not match. She is from the East Coast and is just too wound up. I, on the other hand, and just too laid back.

Anyway,this call could not have come at a worse time. Baby Gs teeth have come in. One is totally out and the other one is making its way. For the past 3 nights, I have awoken at 340 am and again at 5 am in the morning from her cries of pain. The daytime is no better. She just will not sleep during the day for longer than 20 minutes.

As a result, she is Miss Cranky Pants. Heading out to Whole Foods to buy some teething tablets.

Wish us luck....if all goes well, her pain will be over by this weekend and she would have booked her first print job on Tuesday and Wednesday! Hmmm...this means I need to look into opening her a bank account.